From August |
You rolled over. Once. I think it was a fluke (or perhaps a non-violent protest to tummy time). When you start doing it regularly, I will make sure to mark it down.
Daddy SWEARS you say "MaMa." He has commented on it no fewer than 4 times in as many days. Today it sounded pretty serious- MAMA! And Daddy was almost pale with surprise. So I guess I can say that today (September 3rd, 2009) you said Mama. I will be interested to see if you continue to use it or if it is just another fluke.
You are cooing and ooing and blowing bubbles and making delicious, wonderful baby noises. AND YOUR LAUGH!!! Oh- it is like someone took all the happy in the world and made it a sounds and that sound comes right out of your mouth.
From July 09 |
Speaking of your laugh (nice segue, eh?)- no one makes you laugh harder than you Daddy. He can elicit noises out of you that would make angels cry tears of joy. HA. You have a very special bond with your Daddy and I hope you always will. I get equal pleasure out of watching him make a complete fool out of himself for your benefit.
You are developing some comfort mechanisms that I find quite charming. You chew one finger (your index finger of either hand), and if things get really bad you will chew any and all fingers you can get in your mouth. I love those little hands, how they have started to explore the world around them, how soft your touch is, how perfectly dimpled they are.
From August |
When you are tired, you bury your face into my chest or arm (daddy's or meme's as well). Sometimes I think you may be able to turn your head more than 180 degrees in order to do it. If I am unavailable, you pull a silky blanket up to your cheek and nestle in. Your Daddy noticed this very early on and it has become one of your most
From July 09 |
I love you dearly Jovie. I love you dearly and if you ever wonder how much I love you, know that in my sleep, I reach into your bassinet and grasp your little hand in mine. I don't do it consciously, I just wake up and there are your sweet little fingers and palm cradled in mine.
From August |
I love you dear one.
~Love
Mamma
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